Power of the Sword - Smith Wilbur - Страница 9

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With his free leg Shasa kicked backwards, and his heel caught Manfred in his swollen eye. He yelled and let go, and Shasa scrambled up onto the jetty and looked around him wildly. His fighting ardour had cooled and he was trembling.

His escape down the jetty was open and he longed to take it. But the men around him were laughing and jeering and pride shackled him. He glanced around and, with a surge of dismay that was so strong that it almost physically nauseated him, he saw that Manfred had reached the top of the ladder.

Shasa was not quite sure how he had got himself into this fight, or what was the point at issue, and miserably he wished he could extricate himself. That was impossible, his entire breeding and training precluded it. He tried to stop himself trembling as he turned back to face Manfred again.

The bigger boy was trembling also, but not with fear. His face was swollen and dark red with killing rage, and he was making an unconscious hissing sound through his bloody lips. His damaged eye was turning purplish mauve and puffing into a narrow slit.

Kill him, kleinbasie! screamed the coloured trawler-men.

murder him, little boss. And their taunts rallied Shasa. He took a deep steadying breath and lifted his fists in the classic boxer's stance, left foot leading and his hands held high in front of his face.

Keep moving, he heard Jock's advice again, and he went up on his toes and danced.

Look at him! the crowd hooted. He thinks he is Jack Dempsey! He wants to dance with you, Manie. Show him the Walvis Bay Waltz However, Manfred was daunted by the desperate determination in those dark blue eyes and by the clenched white knuckles of Shasa's left hand.

He began to circle him, hissing threats.

I'm going to rip your arm off and stick it down your throat.

I'm going to make your teeth march out of your backside like soldiers. Shasa blinked but kept his guard up, turning slowly to face Manfred as he circled. Though both of them were soaked and glistening with fish slime and their hair was thick with the gelatinous stuff and speckled with loose scales, there was nothing ludicrous nor childlike about them. It was a good fight and promised to become even better, and the audience gradually fell silent. Their eyes glittered like those of a wolf pack and they craned forward expectantly to watch the ill-matched pair.

Manfred feinted left and then charged and rushed from the side. He was very fast, despite his size and the heaviness of his legs and shoulders. He carried his shining blond head low and the black curved eyebrows emphasized the ferocity of his scowl.

In front of him Shasa seemed almost girlishly fragile. His arms were slim and pale, and his legs under the sodden grey flannel seemed too long and thin, but he moved well on them. He dodged Manfred's charge and as he pulled away, his left arm shot out again, and Manfred's teeth clicked audibly at the punch and his head was flicked back as he was brought up on his heels.

The crowd growled, Vat horn, Manie, get him! and Manfred rushed in again, throwing a powerful round-house punch at Shasa's pale petal-smooth face.

Shasa ducked under it and, in the instant that Manfred was screwed off balance by his own momentum, stabbed his left fist unexpectedly and painfully into the purple, puffed-up eye. Manfred clasped his hand over the eye and snarled at him. Fight properly, you cheating Soutie!

Ja! a voice called from the crowd. Stop running away.

Stand and fight like a man. At the same time Manfred changed his tactics. instead of feinting and weaving, he came straight at Shasa. and kept on coming, swinging with both hands in a terrifying mechanical sequence of blows. Shasa fell back frantically, ducking and swaying and dodging, at first stabbing out with his left hand as Manfred followed him relentlessly, cutting the swollen skin that had begun to bag under his eye, hitting him in the mouth again and then again until his lips were distorted and lumpy. But it was as though Manfred was imuned to the sting of these blows now and he did not alter the rhythm of punches nor slacken his attack.

His brown fists, hardened by work at the winch and net, flipped Shasa's hair as he ducked or hissed past his face as he ran backwards. Then one caught him a glancing blow on the temple and Shasa stopped aiming his own counter-punches and struggled merely to stay clear of those swinging fists, for his legs started to turn numb and heavy under him.

Manfred was tireless, pressing him relentlessly, and despair combined with exhaustion to slow Shasa's legs. A fist crashed into his ribs, and he grunted and staggered and saw the other fist coming at his face. He could not avoid it, his feet seemed planted in buckets of treacle and he grabbed at Manfred's arm and hung on grimly. That was exactly what Manfred had been trying to force him to do, and he whipped his other arm around Shasa's neck.

Now, I've got you, he mumbled through swollen bloody lips, as he forced Shasa to double over, his head pinned under Manfred's left arm. Manfred lifted his right hand high and swung it in a brutal uppercuts Shasa sensed rather than saw the fist coming, and twisted so violently that he felt as though his neck had snapped. But he managed to take the blow on the top of his forehead rather than in his unprotected face. The shock of it was driven like an iron spike from the top of his skull down his spine. He knew he could not take another blow like that.

Through his starring vision he realized that he had tottered to the edge of the jetty, and he used the last vestiges of his strength to drive them both towards the very edge. Manfred had not been expecting him to push in that direction and was braced the wrong way. He could not resist as they went flying over and fell back onto the trawler's fish-laden deck six feet below.

Shasa was pinned beneath Manfred's body, still caught in the headlock, and instantly he sank into the quicksand of silver pilchards.

Manfred tried to swing another punch at his face, but it slogged into the soft layer of fish that was spreading over Shasa's head. He abandoned the effort and merely leaned his full weight on Shasa's neck, forcing his head deeper and still deeper below the surface.

Shasa started to drown. He tried to scream but a dead pilchard slid into his open mouth and its head jammed in his throat. He kicked and lashed out with both hands and writhed with all his remaining strength, but remorselessly his head was thrust downward. The fish lodged in his throat choked him. The darkness filled his head with a sound like the wind, blotting out the murderous chorus from the jetty above, and his struggles became less urgent until he was flopping and flapping his limbs loosely.

I'm going to die, he thought with a kind of detached wonder. 'I'm drowning, and the thought faded with his consciousness.

You have come here to destroy me, Lothar De La Rey accused her with his back against the closed door. You have come all this way to watch it happen, and to gloat on it!

You flatter yourself, Centaine answered him disdainfully.

I have not that much interest in you personally. I have come to protect my considerable investment. I have come for fifty thousand pounds plus accrued interest. If that was true you wouldn't stop me running my catch through the plant. I've got a thousand tons out there - by sunset tomorrow evening I could turn it into fifty thousand pounds. Impatiently Centaine lifted her hand to stop him. The skin of the hand was tanned a creamy coffee colour in contrast to the silver white diamond as long as the top joint of the tapered forefinger that she pointed at him.

You are living in a dream world, she told him. Your fish is worth nothing. Nobody wants it, not at any price, certainly not fifty thousand. It's worth all of that, fish meal and canned goods Again she gestured him to silence. The warehouses of the world are filled with unwanted goods. Don't you understand that? Don't you read a newspaper? Don't you listen to the wireless out here in the desert? It's worthless, not even worth the cost of processing it. That's not possible. He was angry and stubborn. Of course I've heard about the stock market, but people have still got to eat. I've thought many things about you, she had not raised her voice, she was speaking as though to a child, but I have never thought you stupid. Try to understand that something has happened out there in the world that has never happened before. The commerce of the world has died; the factories of the world are closing; the streets of all the major cities are filled with the legions of the unemployed. You are using this as an excuse for what you are doing.

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